That in the human plan nothing is worth the making if it does not make the man.

By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two. So in the wonderful reciprocities of being, we can never reach the higher levels until all our fellows ascend with us.

There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

He fed his spirit with the bread of books

Mr. Rihani is a man of ardent poetic temperament, a clever poet, and a man of unworldly ideals.

At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the cloud and the towers by, Is a place of central calm: So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of God's Palm.

The thing that is incredible is life itself.